The funniest thing happened today. I was walking back home from college. As I crossed a road, I got caught in a fleet of traffic. Right in front of me, in a lovely car, was a young, good-looking chap, staring at me. Self-consciously, I wondered why he looked at me so. It took me five seconds of gazing to realize that he was wearing the exact same shirt as me. I wonder whom it was more embarassing for, me or him?

Of princes and frogs

You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince, they say. What if I've lost my chance with my prince and frogs are all that are left?

You know you're a loon when an episode from 'How I Met Your Mother' makes you cry.

All that bullshit about heartaches in movies where the protagonists claim their hearts hurt so much they want to rip them out of their chests? Its real.

All I can do is watch my strength and self esteem drown into the stream of my tears that I just can't hold back.

I know I need to move on and start my life afresh but until I forget you, I nestle in those memories hopes and dreams of yesterday.

A happy world.

I think of the wind sweeping through my hair as I ride high on a swing. I think of how my tastebuds tingle deliciously as I put a spoonful of nutella in my mouth. I think of myself snuggled in a blanket on a cold winter morning. I think of the aroma that the first drops of rain hitting the hot Earth, create. I think of the crispness of the pages of a brand new book. I think of these things and the world is a happier place.

All he does is giving you pain. And you let him.

When it's neither happiness nor sadness. Or excitement or fatigue. Glee or pain. When you just can't explain what you're feeling.

The joy of having a tiny hand wrapped around your finger. Blissful.

Its strange how a person from your past who once made you very happy and eventually left you with nothing but pain is capable of making you smile even today, in your lowest of phases.

Just when I thought, and very arrogantly so, that smoking up was exclusive to young brats with too much money, I saw two rickshaw drivers sharing a joint. So much for being presumptious, eh?

At a certain point in the past, I was reading a novel by Nicholas Sparks and when the protagonists started to fall in love, I all but hollered at the book, "Don't fall in love! It's a trap!" The memory still makes me smile. Happily? Painfully? Who knows.

Crying to sleep

Crying yourself to sleep... Not the best idea in the world. You wake up with heavy eyes, emptiness and without the will to get up and face the day.

Late V-Day

This comes in a day (or two) late but carrying flowers with you on Valentine's Day is probably the worst idea ever. The womankind glare at the flowers, then you, then back to the flowers as if saying, "You ugly bitch, who got YOU flowers?" and the menfolk? They give you this unnerving look saying, "Why did you have to go around flaunting your flowers? See this whiny bitch next to me who's never satisfied with anything I do? NOW SHE'LL WANT FLOWERS TOO!" And me being me, I'd just hang my head low, staring at the ground, thinking, "They are for my best friend. From her boyfriend. Who lives in another city. I am as single and as miserable as they come."